(Weather’s turned with a vengeance-- variable & cloudy for nearly two weeks, with dramatic bouts of rain & thunder. I only managed my first run in a week yesterday...)
When the voice of Maria Callas came through the
speakers in
dehydration spun
embarrassment on being
recognizing the muted brass tone
register, the name I’d unreflectively
was, ‘Montserrat Caballé?!’
I made an attempt to recover some cultural
credibility by
‘Lucia di Lammermoor’—
It was another mad scene, the kind
built her name & reputation, attacking them
did at truly frightening emotional pitch; but this
was Verdi’s ‘Macbeth’.
delirious state
charm & generosity—
At ‘Campo Negro’, the intimately scaled facility
he's gradually built & shares
winemaking students, I finally had a taste
elusive St. Jeannet.
Only a hint of subtler, more
left in the wine after nearly a month
the winery in a hand-stoppered bottle—
Granny Smith apple by then, but surprisingly
(The winery has no onsite storage & the lone bottle
was
I was then treated to a course in local terroir,
sampling
bench & the
of ‘El Reposo’ vineyard, where we were
located; & three from a property in ‘
which is near
of Valle de Uco—
planted at varying, if
Then he served three Cabernet samples from the
same high
the Navarro
with a glass of his
me this baby’s
winery home, 'Bodega Cruzat', still being
Perdriel, & dedicated exclusively to producing
sparkling wines…
What particularly fueled my sense of culture shock—
or more
find Campo Negro
stop depot, the storage &
company that carries corn feed & oil
to
The woman running the depot kitchen had worked
at what
‘
gate sporting a ‘For Sale’
her sister, who owns a little kiosk
further down Franklin Villanueva road, where
stopped, after the morning’s first vigorous sixty-odd
minute hike, to rehydrate & ask about alternatives
for a bite
dissuaded me
like a particularly
my way back home to
me to the lunch room
On top of everything else, the sisters (-apologies,
must
out to be
Alberto Cecchin!
To backtrack further: I had arrived fifteen minutes
after
closed, & I’d been told Sr. Mendoza & his family
were
would
I would end up hiking about
the next day, twice to the winery & back, with similarly
disappointing results…
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